Early morning I was passing by a Russian Orthodox Church on Geary & 25th. I am starting to get used to this city's beauty, if one can ever get used to it, but this time the church treated me especially mercilessly. It was so beautiful, I suddenly wanted to cry � it was so painful. Now why pain? It never happened to me before... It's like any beauty presupposes a tragedy, it can't exist without one, for it bears its own destruction.
For a few years, I walked by the Russian Orthodox church in Hamburg every day, and enjoyed its beauty. It always made me happy, though, not sad. picturepicture [ January 22, 2007: Message edited by: Ulf Dittmer ]
I liked American Beauty reasonably well as a movie, but it was the epilogue that really stands out for me:
... there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst ...
And then I remember ... to relax, and not try to hold on to it. And then it flows through me like rain. And I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.
It seems silly to think a movie could change your life, much less the final 60 seconds of one. Still, this comes pretty close for me. Enjoy beauty. Don't try to possess it. Don't try to explain it. Don't worry that it may be gone some day. Just be happy that it's part of your life now. Yeah.
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Ulf: Which city is this in?
Thanks, John and Rajen. So I am not alone. [ January 23, 2007: Message edited by: Mapraputa Is ]
Nicely architected. I could not stop thinking "three, three, three" while looking at it. Looks like a good tribute to "The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit". Always wondered why the son is frequently depicted by Christians, but not the other two distingushed gentlemen. [ January 28, 2007: Message edited by: John Smith ]